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Lyrical Lemonade – “Doomsday Pt. 2” with Eminem (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Nocito
John Nocito
Composer
Daniyel Weissmann
Daniyel Weissmann
Composer
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Composer
Melvin Charles Bradford
Melvin Charles Bradford
Composer
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Additional Producer
Cole Bennett
Cole Bennett
Producer
John Nocito
John Nocito
Producer
Kosher World
Kosher World
Producer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Recording Engineer
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Daniyel
Daniyel
Producer

Lyrics

(Yo) yeah A little under the weather, fuck it Yeah, alright, here we go (uh) First I'ma shred a (what?) Verse like I had a personal vendetta (yeah) Words come together like birds of a feather (what?) 'Til I need a walker like Herschel, I'm better Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah) Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?) Like who had the second-best verse on "Forever"? (Damn) Now I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay) What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?) A giraffe (haha) "Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (Yeah) How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have? (Haha) Arm so short he can't even touch his hands When they're up above his head doin' jumpin' jacks (wow) Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you, Ben' (yeah) When I talk about (what?) all the debt you in (uh) I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low In them cheap hotels (yeah), that they catch you in (what?) Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten (what?) Never guessed you meant (damn) at the Red Roof Inn (shit) In a room with one single bed, two men (what?) Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (shh) Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?) But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?) Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn) Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose Gat-pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well) Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah) You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go Right toward the asylum or the psych ward Because I strangled you with a mic cord Because my fuckin' mind's morbid I'm on my (what?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah) Bitch, I soar like a sty You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah) 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett And I been at the level J. Cole been at It's Aftermath that I ride for 'til I die
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Melvin Charles Bradford, Marshall B. Mathers Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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